For Duran, the peculiar caste of the Gift of Fire makes Ned's presence even more meaningful. Not to mention his potential as a Lucky Elven envoy, the inexhaustible flames on his body alone were enough to make Ned Duran's exclusive infinite blood vial.

After successfully "abducting" the young and ignorant Flame Elf, the two continued along 2nd Street. The ghost babies came suddenly and went quickly, at least in Duran's perception, these monsters that had been hidden in the fog had disappeared without a trace.

But Duran did not let his guard down because of this, and it was not necessarily a good thing not to be able to see the enemy. Monsters that would have only appeared at the mission location suddenly took to the streets to attack Duran, which made the haze of this mission even thicker.

The ruined streets were silent, and Ned lay quietly on Duran's shoulder, although this guy looked fat, but his body was made of pure fire elements and life secrets, so the actual weight was negligible. The elf made a pair of small eyes look around, full of curiosity, but he also knew that this place must be a place of evil, so he kept quiet, not daring to make a sound, so as not to interfere with Duran's judgment.

After all, elven envoys are born mages, and elven envoys who have lost their spells often have no other skills.

Time passed slowly, and about five or six minutes later, the number of 78 Second Avenue appeared in front of Duran's eyes. It was a gloomy and massive building, and to Duran's surprise, it was empty on all sides of the street. From the bricks on the ground, it is not difficult to see that there should have been many houses on the edge of this building, but these houses have long since collapsed, leaving only a broken wall and ruins.

"What a weird place." Ned couldn't help but mutter, "Duran, are you sure we're really going in?" ”

"What? Are you scared? Duran chuckled, but his eyes were fixed on the tall building, which was at least three or four stories tall from the outside, and a lot taller than the other houses on Second Street. In the fog, he could only vaguely see shadows standing on the roof, some of which looked like beasts, some of them seemed to be birds, and Duran speculated that they might be statues of related animals. The moonlight tonight was unusually bright, and the color was still the luster of Fanya, and the top of the house was covered with bricks, and the walls below were all made of stone, which was particularly strange.

"Nope! How could Ned be scared!? The little fat man puffed up his chest and said, "If I remember to bring the spell book, no matter how many monsters there are in it, if I put a fire, they will all be burned to the ground!" I—How could I be afraid? ”

Duran couldn't help but laugh at the elves' expression, but he didn't dwell on the subject: "I'm very strange, it's just a blacksmith shop, it's actually such a building. Have you noticed? Most of the buildings in this town are made of wood, only this one is made of stone. ”

Ned was a little dazed: "Aha? What does this mean? ”

Duran shrugged: "Nothing. Let's go in and see. ”

With that, he quickly pushed open the unlocked door, and a cold breath came from the tentacles, although through a layer of gloves, Duran was still stimulated by the coldness. At the same time, a cold wind struck, Duran's eyes narrowed, and his body instinctively leaned back!

This action was completed almost instantly, and Ned, who was following behind him, was almost knocked away by Duran, and before the little guy could complain, the dark red knife light still tore through the darkness!

"Ahh......h

Ghost Baby.

Duran looked at the two sneak attackers who had completely died with a solemn face, and his chest was burning with pain about half an inch below his left collarbone. He took two steps back, making sure that there were no other sneak attackers nearby, before he dared to pull open his collar and bury his head in a bloodstain. Although he couldn't see clearly, the icy chill was a faithful reminder of where the attacker had intended to attack.

"Damn, I almost had my heart pulled out, these brutes!" Duran looked at the door that had been pushed open, and behind the door was infinite darkness, like a monstrous beast gradually waking up, slowly opening its bloody mouth to him. However, no matter what, he has to go in and complete the tasks of the Supreme Council in order to survive and become stronger at the same time.

Duran slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and Ned stood cautiously on the side, not daring to make a sound. Seeing Duran's gaze on him, the little guy asked tentatively, "Is that those guys just now?" They...... They seem to be getting stronger. ”

Duran nodded with a heavy face, if the previous ghost babies only had the strength of gray iron, then these two sneak attack ghost babies at least had the power of silver. In particular, their ability to conceal and lurk has been greatly improved, and with Duran's super high perception, they only felt the danger in the moment before they made a move, which was really terrifying.

In other words, if Duran was a little careless just now, I'm afraid that his surname would be explained.

"The land of evil, whether your strength is improved or not, is a place of nine deaths and one life." Duran wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, took out a bottle of homemade [inferior concentration reagent] and drank it. Although this thing cannot improve his combat ability, it can greatly improve his spirit and concentration, thereby improving his perception and his early warning effect. "When to get an alchemist's employment certificate, with my data flow talent, it is actually very suitable to work part-time as an alchemist."

What Duran was thinking in his heart was not unreasonable, now he was not even an alchemy apprentice who could make his own alchemy potion under extremely harsh conditions, and if this point was spread, even the alchemists at the headquarters of the Twelve Star Council in the Iron City would be shocked. As Fernando, the founder of the school of alchemy, said, alchemy is a very rigorous discipline, and in particular, the word rigorous should be marked with eye-catching fonts.

And there's no doubt that Duran has that talent.

However, this is only a thought that crossed Duran's mind, the alchemist must be approved by the Twelve Star Council at this time, and that thing is not owned by White Sands Town or Three Towns. At the very least, a real big city like Big Pudding City would be favored by the alchemists to open a branch there. Besides, now that he is in the evil place, it is better to deal with those endless monsters first.

He tugged at his collar, leaving the wound in the air, and said to Ned, "Would you like to give me a flame?" ”

The elven envoy was stunned for a moment: "Aha? What the? ”

"The flames, well-huh, are like the one you burned my clothes before." Duran said calmly.

Ned was even more weird: "Hey, you mean, you want to be burned again?" ”

"Perhaps, put your flame here." Duran stretched out his right hand, and under his determined gaze, the latter casually smeared a flame from his body and placed it in Duran's palm. However, this guy looked at Duran as if he were looking at a psychopath.

The orange flame kept jumping in Duran's palm, and he didn't hesitate to hold the flame to the wound - the next second, the flame sank into Duran's body.

After a while, he slowly moved his right hand, and the pain in his chest was gone. Ned was stunned to see that the bone-deep scar had healed completely, not even a single scar.

"What's going on, this, what's going on?" The elven envoy glared at Duran in disbelief: "My flame can heal you?" Why didn't I realize that I still have such skills? ”

Duran smiled and said, "This means that in the future, you will be able to function as my exclusive healer even without a spell book." ”

Ned scratched his head, still feeling incredible.

However, at this moment, a low bell came from the south, and Duran's eyes narrowed, and the bell rang twelve times.

Midnight, twelve o'clock.

"The bells of midnight? To the south, is there a church there? Duran frowned, he hadn't heard any bells when he was on a mission in the Wicked Lands.

The sudden sound of the bell brought the strange atmosphere back to it, and I don't know when it began, a little fire appeared in the dark depths behind the gate.

And what's even more creepy is that with the flash of firelight, the breeze sends bursts of singing:

"The blue vines are wrapped around the blue flowers

No one knows where my dance came from

Ah, dear lover

I'm going home by midnight

Ah, dear Father

When will the shadow of Oppenphess melt......"

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